Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 13:23:56 GMT -5
Isobel had heard rumour that another Prince had arrived among their numbers. It took a day, but eventually it was confirmed, by Marie-Louise herself, that her brother Pierre was now among them. She was somewhat confused of the details of his arrival, why he hadn't simply joined them in the trek, but she was to understand he had been dealing with some responsibilities given him, and questioned it no further. Isobel wasn't the type who needed answers. She was quite willing to accept what she was told from those she considered as her superiors, and made the best of the situation from there forth.
At dinner one evening, he was introduced, and Isobel's first impression was that the gentleman was definitely fair of face. Handsome, a knight, a Prince... It was near impossible for the red-head not to be taken at least with some interest by Pierre. His relationship with Marie-Louise, that of siblings, prevented her from seeking him out. Isobel's loyalty was first and foremost to the young Princess, whom Isobel was happy to be cultivating a friendship with, and did not wish to wreck it for some moment of wild imagination. She was noble born, she would be wed, and it would not be because of her heart or body's desire, rather for use by father or brother. Furthermore, the Camerons were not the Ducal House, and there was no use for the Prince to be married to her.
So, she contented herself with a stolen glance whenever he passed by, which was infrequent enough given their individual duties. Her days passed by in majority without distraction, laughing and enjoying and learning the company of Marie-Louise, the potential for friendship among the other Ladies in the retinue, and the gossip of the on-goings in Vasile. It wasn't until she found herself, quite by accident, isolated in the same room as he that she was reminded of his existence.
"Sir Pierre," she called to him, who had also inevitably noticed her in the room, and gave him a deep bow. Her hands had picked up the edges of her dress to allow a fluid curtsey. Her hair was done up, one braid leading both sides of her head into a free fall of red locks down her back. Isobel loved to design hair, and thought this might be the perfect avenue to explore that. If the Ladies here liked what they saw, maybe they would let her do their hair, too.
"I hope the men of the royal party are seeing as much luck as the Ladies have with their tasks?"
At dinner one evening, he was introduced, and Isobel's first impression was that the gentleman was definitely fair of face. Handsome, a knight, a Prince... It was near impossible for the red-head not to be taken at least with some interest by Pierre. His relationship with Marie-Louise, that of siblings, prevented her from seeking him out. Isobel's loyalty was first and foremost to the young Princess, whom Isobel was happy to be cultivating a friendship with, and did not wish to wreck it for some moment of wild imagination. She was noble born, she would be wed, and it would not be because of her heart or body's desire, rather for use by father or brother. Furthermore, the Camerons were not the Ducal House, and there was no use for the Prince to be married to her.
So, she contented herself with a stolen glance whenever he passed by, which was infrequent enough given their individual duties. Her days passed by in majority without distraction, laughing and enjoying and learning the company of Marie-Louise, the potential for friendship among the other Ladies in the retinue, and the gossip of the on-goings in Vasile. It wasn't until she found herself, quite by accident, isolated in the same room as he that she was reminded of his existence.
"Sir Pierre," she called to him, who had also inevitably noticed her in the room, and gave him a deep bow. Her hands had picked up the edges of her dress to allow a fluid curtsey. Her hair was done up, one braid leading both sides of her head into a free fall of red locks down her back. Isobel loved to design hair, and thought this might be the perfect avenue to explore that. If the Ladies here liked what they saw, maybe they would let her do their hair, too.
"I hope the men of the royal party are seeing as much luck as the Ladies have with their tasks?"
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I feel like we had agreed upon some sort of plot around this thread, like how they run into one another, but I can't for the life of me remember. So here's a starter. If it doesn't work or need fixing, please let me know!